Brett Gurewitz

Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to?
And can it be found in a record store? Well, it's not there anymore
Just think of all the things we did
We were different, just like all the other kids

Missy was a teen blue video star, Tom took his life in his mother's car
Milo went to college, but you knew about that
Rodney played our records, Jimmy started riots, Laurie was always quiet
She was battling depression

Hey you, is there something worth belonging to?
And can I pick it up for a song or a diploma or a worthy cause?
Well, let me tell you that there's nothing wrong
It's just that ones like us will never belong

Jack wore a skirt but he knew how to scrap, Billy went to county on a class-one possession
Wendy went to school while her daddy shot smack
Eugine kept a list, Mugger was security, Mary she kept her purity
We were all in it together

Yellowed postcards on the wall
Serve to cover up the blankness after all
So I will carry them along like a song
When I'm gone

Hey you, is there something worth belonging to?
You know we've been here all along like a confederacy of the wrong
And I confess it could be prejudice
But to you I dedicate this song

Hey, sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong
Eradicate but vindicate as progress creeps along
Puritan work ethic maintains it's subconscious edge
As old glory maintains your consciousness

There's a loser in the house and a puppet on a stool
And a crowded way of life and a black reflecting pool
And as the people bend the moral fabric dies
Then country can't pretend to ignore it's peoples' cries

You are the government
You are jurisprudence
You are the volition
You are jurisdiction
And I make a difference too

There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains
And the meanest little boys and most innocent little girls

And you know, I wish that I could go there
It's a road that I have not found
And I wish you the best of luck dear
Drop a card or letter to my side of town

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend
But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
And you painted my entire world
But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled

And I won't forget it

There's a place where everyone can be right
Even though you remain determined to be opposed
Admittance requires no qualifications
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes

So please try not to be impatient
For we all hate standing in line
And when the farm has been bought you'll be there without a thought
And eternity my friend, is a long fucking time

'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend
But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
And you painted my entire world
But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled

And I won't forget it

Run, but don't be scared to look behind
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind

The end is almost here
The sky, the air, so nice and clear
The sound of your decay
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday

There, now that you know it's not so bad
See, the good meet soon for lots of air

So if you try to enhance
We don't deserve another chance
Just laugh along the way
And kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday

Yesterday, the good old days
Yesterday, the way we used to play
Yesterday, it just got worse and worse
Yesterday, the future's been rehearsed

Run, but don't be scared to look behind
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind
The end is almost here
The sky, the air, so nice and clear
The sound of your decay
And the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday
Yesterday
Yesterday

US government blew its plan
Too much money down the can
Look and listen to what the president says
The first lady's a fuckin' lez
They think they know it all
America, China's about to fall
Lethargicism will overrule us
Government's wading pool

World War III (4x)

"Forget it," came from the president's door
I'll make us have another world war
It don't matter what the people think
We have to save our precious brink
Here I go, I'll push the bomb
It's headed straight for Guam
And the rest will release soon
In your living room

World War III (4x)

Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal,
little packets of darkness,
wanting to grow,

Well there's nobody home,
and there's a wreck in the yard,
and maybe they're coming back,
if we wish really hard,
if we wish real hard now,

Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting,

waiting for peace,
at the end of our streets,
back behind our apartments,
in our passenger seats,

just a moment of bliss,
of it all of the ways,
but despair and oblivion,
of our precarious ways,
its ours to face now,

Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working,
and all of the rest are really down in the ratings,
but everyone is still right here waiting,

now I know nothing lasts forever,
so we might as well wish for a God damn fix,
of this toxic change in weather,

Won't somebody please come up with something,
'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
and all of the others can barely stay in the running,
but everyone is gonna keep on waiting

Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something

Wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
Broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom.
Fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies.
Teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay.
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
Are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy.
Pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue
White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream.
White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.

I've seen a lot of things in five years
I struggle just to hold back the tears
But every-fucking-where I go, I see the pathos that I know
Will spell the termination of us all

Someone's got to tell me, do you see
That everything around you has a hidden tragedy?
Seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow
And our generation doesn't know

When, when will you try
To change the logarithmic face of kissing things goodbye?
When, when will you know
That human life is so short and death is oh so slow?

I've tried to make things make sense but I can't
I'm happy just to watch them all and laugh
And if you think you've got it made, just revel in your selfish ways
'Cause when the world stops turning so will you

There's a purpose, and there's a goal
There's a virtuous, and immoral
There's a reason, for all of this
But I don't know what it is

I am one, and plural too
I accept them, but they exclude
I could make sense, of all of this
But I don't know what it is

The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find
So I don't know what it is

There's a beginning, and there's an end
There's a climax, some would contend
There's a way to, signify this
But I don't know what it is

The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find
So I don't know what it is, show me something more definitive
I don't know what it is

So you waste another day getting older and gray in the head
And you're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead
There are other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind
And although the world rotates itself the only thing you twist is your mind

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it
You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool
But oh, what can you do?

Yeah, you waste your time with losers if you get stuck in a rock-n-roll band
Do you find it more rewarding to compete with morons throughout this land?
They seem to be in power so I'll kick back and get farther behind
And I watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it
You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool
But oh, what can you do?

Yeah, you waste another day getting older and gray in the head
And we're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times we have ahead
The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind
And we watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their minds

You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts
And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it
We mean nothing to the world, merely someone else's fool
But oh, what can you do?

I said oh, what can you do?

early man walked away as modern man took control.
their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his goal,
so he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind,
then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind.
go!
we're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

(repeated over and over)

Watch It Die
I was born on planet earth,
the rotating ball where man comes first,
it's been around for a long, long time,
but now it's time to watch it die
I saw a man on my big blue screen,
he ruled the world economy,
he said the rich would never concede,
but some day soon he'll be put to sleep,
I've seen the life of the forest gree,
and adaptations of the deep blue sea,
and who knows who is the fittest,
they will all soon be put to sleep,
on a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life,
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives
I was born on planet earth,
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth,
and every day I've seen increasing signs,
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes,
you had a chance, you did not try,
so now it's time to watch it die.

I was born on planet Earth
The rotating ball where man comes first
It's been around for a long, long time
But now it's time to watch it die

I saw a man on the big blue screen
He ruled the world economy
He said the rich would never concede
But someday soon he'll be put to sleep

I've seen the life of the forest green
And adaptations of the deep blue sea
And who know who is the fittest?
They will all soon be put to rest

On a plunging flight
And we're sitting in the pilot's seat
In the midst of life
People on a dark horizon, praying somebody will save their lives

I was born on the planet Earth
At a drastic time full of plastic mirth
And every day I've seen increasing signs
And you would too if you'd open your eyes

You had a chance, you did not try
So now it's time to watch it die

Walk Away
shut off the t.v and peel off those sunday gloves,
and I'll stain the clean that you've been counting,
old mr. fletcher passed by here today,
after 40 years of toil he just up and walked away,
fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes,
he shrugged when I asked him about it,
he said "young man pay heed, you listen well to what I say,
now there comes a time for a man to walk away",
walk away, I'll be a parade,
and I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade on my way,
I'll sure take some time to burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind,
he passed by again and he was shivering from the cold,
I'm not sure but I think that he was trying,
he told me about the weather and something old to pay,
"but tomorrow", he said, "I'm gonna surely walk away".

Shut off the TV and peel off those Sunday gloves
And I'll stain the clean that you've been counting
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today
After 40 years of toil he just up and walked away

Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes
He shrugged when I asked him about it
He said young man, pay heed, you listen well to what I say
Now there comes a time for a man to walk away

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I'll sure take some time
And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind

He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold
I'm not sure but I think that he was trying
He told me about the weather and something old to pay
But tomorrow, he said, I'm gonna surely walk away

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I'll take my sweet time
And burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind

Walk away, walk away, I'll be a parade
And I'll be determined that no one shall dissuade

Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you
And no one cares like he cares
Neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of God and money
Because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you
And what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets
Dig real deep, until it hurts
Alleviate your guilt
Free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters
Please give a 10, 25, or a 50 dollar tax-deductible donation
And I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio
Ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services
No longer will young Christian Americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic submission
To rhythmic music, for with your monetary support
There is no end to what we can achieve in this country

The voice of god is government (3x)
In God we trust, sinners repent!

Can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts and all our reasons
Pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see?
Speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice
Hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw

The voice of god is government (3x)
In God we trust, sinners repent!

If we shun God and Jesus Christ, religious love is sacrifice
Love for God is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash
With every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs
Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research

The voice of god is government (3x)
In God we trust, sinners repent!

On late night TV, God can heal, a certain force you cannot feel
Love for money in God's name, religion's now a TV game!
Build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research (2x)

The voice of god is government (3x)
In God we trust, sinners repent!

Yeah!
The voice of god is government (3x)
In God we trust, sinners repent!

Unacceptable
irreducible is the word for today,
plastic compounds and nuclear waste,
what the hell is the matter with the people
on this planet? have all gone insane?
the stigma of industrial progress killing us
over and over again,
one part per trillion . . . unacceptable,
one part per billion . . . unacceptable,
one part per million . . . unacceptable,
this mammoth pogrom set upon courtesy of the U.S.A
inexcusable are the men before our time,
I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind,
cancer-causing chemicals,
ozone-depleting aerosols,
we're all going to fry,
so put your head between your legs
and kiss your ass goodbye.

Irreducible is the word for today
Plastic compounds and nuclear waste
What the hell's the matter with the people on this planet, have we all gone insane?
The stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again

It's one part per trillion, unacceptable
One part per billion, unacceptable
One part per million, unacceptable
This mammoth pogrom set upon us courtesy of the USA

Inexcusable are the men before our time
I'd like to kick their ass for what they left behind
Cancer-causing chemicals, ozone-depleting aerosols, we're all going to fry
So put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye

One part per trillion, unacceptable
One part per billion, unacceptable
One part per million, unacceptable

One part per trillion, unacceptable
One part per billion, unacceptable
One part per million, unacceptable

Unac-fucking-ceptable!

There's a light on in the hallway, so I can't understand
Why you hide underneath the cover
There's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight
'Cause Raggedy Ann is in the closet picking posies

Two babies in the dark, like diamonds in the sand
While Papa's far away making up children's stories
The little ones inside, so afraid to be alone
She's tired of being brave until the daddy comes home

So if you chance to see her, please tell her it's alright
'Cause everyone fights the tendency to snap sometimes
It's not a matter of being brave and strong
'Cause noises in the house are terrifying

Two babies in the dark, like diamonds in the sand
While Papa's far away making up children's stories
The little ones inside, so afraid to be alone
She's talking to herself now 'cause no one's home

I'll put you to sleep at night like a foreign movie
I'll sing you lullabies and I'll teach you about everything
And I'll only ask one thing
Please save me

i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket,
he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high,
i guess it mad him feel like he could
buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die,
turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant white
incendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly until
my juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams and
trusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon the
roof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
then i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fucking
candle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstatic
immolation, incorrigible delight

I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die

Turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with a million tiny suns
I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls

Then I'll turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry

And I'll burn like a roman fucking candle
Burn like a chasm in the night
Burn for a miniscule duration
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight

A refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water
A deep inspiration on a warm summer day
A safe stroll in the middle of a road community
A neighbor who in times of need will not turn away

I ain't no politician
I am a citizen
And I wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds

Community protection, rehabilitation
Police that serve without legitimate right to maim
Global awareness, ecological guilt
Cultural and environmental awakening

I ain't no optimist
I try to be a realist
I wonder if I'm thinking too far out of bounds

Is it too much to ask?
Could it be the earth is shrinking?
I can see the walls closing in
No one can take much for granted anymore

Remote control, three cars for every family
Corruption at the expense of the simple majority
A violent crash, a plunder of the third world
Any wretched plot that bolsters our economy

I ain't no blind supporter
I'm a conscious citizen
And I know that we are living too far out of bounds

I ain't no politician
I ain't no blind supporter
I ain't no metropia, I am a citizen
And wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds

Is it too much to ask?
Can we keep the earth from sinking?
I can see the walls closing in
No one can take much for granted anymore

You better not take it for granted anymore
I'm not taking nothing for granted anymore

Everyday we profit so, leaning toward the great unknown
Asking how it pertains to tomorrow
Aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between
Yesterday's foundations and tomorrow

It's the way they say it's got to be
We spear ahead and forge our destiny
Who do they represent, who do you believe?
Make a sound decision for others to heed

Try to set a faster pace
Try to build a master race
One that will make a contribution to tomorrow

It's the way they say it's got to be
We put aside our fears and make history
The clothes are in the dryer and the writing's on the wall
We're trying everything we can to stop this fall

Everyday we profit so
Leaning toward the great unknown

Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
I hesitate to label it a memory
There was a show of local color and I felt astray
'Cause I had nothin' to offer but insufficiency
And you know that it's a bitch
When you learn to scratch that itch
Of blatant fallibility
Sooner to some, but eventually
All gets pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vague conceptions
Obliterate each other with impunity
And you wonder, ""What's in this for me?""
To another abyss
To no avail
The search is bound to fail
To another abyss
To no avail
So long ago I set sail
And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away
from home
To another abyss
So what should I do now?
What should I celebrate
Given finite means and a penchant to depreciate ?
How can I still avow and depend upon a state
That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare, or fate?
And I know I can't explain the commotion in my brain
Like a terrifying reality deconstructed but inadequately
All gets pointed in the same direction
While the human masses and their vague conceptions
Obliterate each other with impunity
And release the weight of history
To another abyss
To no avail
The search is bound to fail
To another abyss
To no avail
So long ago I set sail
And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away
from home
To another abyss
So long ago
So long ago
Oh, I set sail
And I'm struggling on the way
And I'm waiting for the day (To another abyss )
And I'm looking for a way back home
(To another abyss) So far away
(To another abyss) So far away
(To another abyss)
(To another abyss) So far away
(To another abyss)

The brown and orange sky holds its breath
As the sun retreats to the distant horizon
And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine
And wait for sleep to overcome us

And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say
And if you don't confront them they will never go away

The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky
Filled with poignant morose wonder
Waking to bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil
That we carry deep inside

And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep
Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating
It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence
And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense

Tiny voices
Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way
Tiny voices
Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say
And if we don't confront them they will never go away

Part one
From the bird and the deer who live on the same
To the condominiums that litter the plain
It took time... time and disregard
From the green and the trees that shot high in the air
To the high-business market-men who take all that's there
It took time... time and disregard

Part two
One more acre, another tree
It's all untamed, of course it's free
One more acre, it seems no one cares
Another great chance to put a building there

Part three
I used to roam, wherever I would
I'd see my friends and I'd eat what I could
We did live together in our borderless state
Survival our instinct, nature our fate
Today I see borders and my friends disappear
Man chooses my fate thus I live in fear
Tomorrow the trucks come
I've nowhere to run
My home is destroyed so they can have fun.

Part four
From the wild natural wonderland from which we all came
To the cement and metal that lost all the game
It took time... time and disregard............

You've got to quit your little charade and join the freak parade
Now that your road has been paved from conception to your grave
Enormous things to do, others' practices to eschew
To be better than you is impossible to do

But the world won't stop without you
No, the world won't stop without you

Your achievements are unsurpassed, you are highly-ordered mass
But you can bet your ass that your free energy will dissipate
Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are
An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds

The world won't stop without you
The world won't stop without you

You're only as elegant as your actions let you be
A piece of chaos related phylogenetically
To every living organ system we're siblings don't you see?
The earth rotates and will revolve without you constantly

Two billion years thus far, now mister here you are
An element in a sea of enthalpic organic compounds

The world won't stop without you
No, the world won't stop without you
I said the world won't stop without you

The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark
Like catching lightening in a jar
And the pain that it brings is just the promise of spring
It's madness on the wing
Oh, what does it mean?
To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
(To come alive)
To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
The entering is soulful conjecturing
Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved ghost
Please come back to me again
Because the way that she bleeds
Is in the law that he reads
Confusing words and deeds
So what does it mean?
To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
(To come alive)
To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane
Poor science in the service of a faith
But who will bear the mark of Cain
To come alive
.......x12

Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary

We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept
Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less

So what does it mean?
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away

I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines
Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes
Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind

By the plastic protests and the hands of time
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind

How do you know what you can be
If you can't see where you are going?
What breaks the silence?
Misery can make you see where you belong
It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on

Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Would you betray your soul?
Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Don't let your weakness show
You just might be the last to know

Freedom is such a loaded word
So full of hurt and such aplomb
Loneliness saunters in its breeze
Like a disease it drags along
The time of your life can't be had for a song

Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Would you betray your soul?
Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Don't let your weakness show
You just might be the last to know

Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Would you betray your soul?
Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Don't let your weakness show

Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Only the meek follow
Why do you lie, why do you lie?
Trample the fear below
You might just be the last to know

Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend
Could it be that it's only superficiality?
Without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise
Handshakes are nothing but a subtle fuck you
Contracts determine the best friendships

This is the way of the modern world
Everyone's vying for patronage
This is the way of the modern world
And something has gotta give

Every time you shake someone's hand and you share neither color nor creed
You gotta overcome the obstacles of history
There is restrained passion, mistrust and bigotry
And these have created the new foundations of society
There's no harmony just class and race

This is the way of the modern world
Everyone's fighting for dominance
This is the way of the modern world
And something has gotta give

Now I believe in unity
And I am willing to compromise
But I'm not gonna lie or sell my soul

Every time you shake someone's hand
It determines where you stand
And if you won't uphold your side then it's better to

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
Fend for yourself
And shun the handshake

Someone's gotta give

I could only get the tools, the stimuli and molecules
Frozen moments in time
I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype
Reprogram your mind

But the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause
To distort a precious delusion

Delusion
Precious delusion

Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist?
You can't make a man a machine
I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist
Razed by discovery

But the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause
To distort a precious delusion

Delusion
Precious delusion
Delusion

We strike first and we're unrehearsed
Here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth
Come on, get your money's worth
Don't want to live (Can't live)
Don't want to give (Can't give)
Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
(Can't live) Don't want to live
(Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
We're comin' on fast
And we're built to last
We stumbled once in 'Nam now we're glad to
finally say those days have past
Tell me how long can it last?
Don't want to live (Can't live)
Don't want to give (Can't give)
Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
(Can't live) Don't want to live
(Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
We just started out
You don't need to be afraid
Yeah, you deserve two minutes hate
Well, we spit and we cursed
And our bleeding-hearts burst
But even ten million souls marching in February
Couldn't stop the worst
C-c-c-couldn't reverse
Don't want to live (Can't live)
Don't want to give (Can't give)
Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
(Can't live) Don't want to live
(Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E
(Can't live, can't give, won't be)
Don't want to live (Can't live)
Don't want to live (Can't give)
Don't want to be (Won't be)
I can't live if it isn't with you
(Can't live, can't give, won't be,
E - M - P - I - R - E)
Don't want to live (Can't live)
Don't want to live (Can't give)
Don't want to be (Won't be)
E - M - P - I - R - E

Hey did you find the
Pieces your mentor left behind?

And did you care, did you
Trade his genius for your dispair?

Did you walk the line, did you
See the mongrels on either side?

Did greasy fingers grasp for pieces of your mind?

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode, not a malady
Yeah, I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels but there's nothing on
And my high speed connection's monitored daily by the Pentagon

These things are seldom what they seem
I'm not inclined to enjoy my dream
Won't go away

(No peace) No peace
(And no friends) And no friends
(We trace)
We trace the mortal edge (With no defense)
To state the obvious
This world is perilous for us

No sense (No sense)
And no guide (No guide)
Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right)
I won't resign before the struggle ends
So I'll construct this sound defense

We are the prey and culture is the predator
I'm running out of time where conditions are positional
Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity
There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality

Is there an option left for me?
I'm not immune to despondency
There's no way

(No peace) No peace
(And no friends) And no friends
(We trace)
We trace the mortal edge (with no defense)
To state the obvious
This world is perilous for us

No sense (no sense)
And no guide (no guide)
Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right)
I won't resign before the struggle ends
So I'll construct this sound defense

There's a signpost on the corner and it keeps everybody safe
We were all made in the shade
And your mother's in the kitchen where she's patching all the cracks in the wall
We never had a care in the world

(No shade) Too much to sacrifice
(And no light) It's hard to recognize
(Just black) Traps to compromise
(And white) Obscuring deadly alibis
(My plans) It's combinational
(Designs) The pressure so intense
So I'll construct this sound defense

(No way) Nothing's plainer than the madness in the world today
(No sign) I must conceal myself and steal myself and break away
(No grace) I seek initiatives in matters that are black and white
(No sense) So I'll construct this sound defense

The Answer - Bad Religion


Long ago in a dusty village
full of hunger, pain and strife
a man came forth with a vision of truth
and the way to a better life
he was convinced he had the answer
and he compelled people to follow along
but the hunger never vanished
and the man was banished
and the village dried up and died
at a time when wise men peered
through brass tubes toward the sky
the heavens changed in predictable ways
and one man was able to find
that he had found the answer
and he was quick to write his revelation
but as they were scrutinized
in his colleagues eyes
he soon became a mockery
don't tell me about the answer
'cause then another one will come along soon
i don't believe you have the answer
i've got ideas too
but if you've got enought naivete
and you've got conviction
then the answer is perfect for you
an urban spall sits choking on its discharge
overwhelmed by industry
searching for a modern day savior from another place
inclined toward charity
everyone's begging for an answer
without regard to validity
the searching never ends
it goes on and on and on for eternity

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves
I need my connection
To the world outside

The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer
The candidates are running and the son of God is coming
Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution
Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves
I need my injection
From the world outside

Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber
I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me
You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and
I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves

I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation
I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding
And I learn what I can by the television light
So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves
I need my connection
To the world outside

The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer
The candidates are running and the son of God is coming
Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution
Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves
I need my injection
From the world outside

Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber
I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me
You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and
I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light
Submerge in electric waves

I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation
I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding
And I learn what I can by the television light
So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright

Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television

Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me?
What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in?
I gotta go faster, keep up the pace
Just to stay in the human race

I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion

Now here I go again everything is alien
How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change?
My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless
When measured in that vein

I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion

I won't lie (pace setters, go-getters)
It's exciting (rat racers, forgetters)
When I try (researchers, berserkers)
To decide things (strategies to help the workers)

I just want to live (new time-saving devices)
Decently (quick vices, no crisis)
Meaningfully (brevity dependency)
I'm in misery (digital efficiency)

I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic
Tell me does life exist beyond it?
When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion
Into oblivion

Suffer - Bad Religion

Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday?
The lunatic, the hypocrite, are all lost in the fray.
Can't you see their lives are just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered
Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you.
The masses of humanity have always had to suffer.
The businessman whose master plan controls the world each day
Is blind to indications of his species' slow decay.
Can't you see his life is just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered
Door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you.
The masses of humanity have always had to suffer.
People blow their minds (they choose to resign)
This deformed society is part of the design.
It'll never go away (it's in the cards that way).
The masses of humanity have always, always had to suffer!
A door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity foryou.
The masses of humanity, still clinging to their dignity,
The masses of humanity will always have to suffer.
Always have to suffer.

Dedication's the price you pay
The initiated are coddled and caged
Before you walk, as soon as you crawl
Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl

Fuck the freshman lectures and brandishments
They just betray impoverished accomplishments
The puppet masters fear originality
They tighten up the tethers and they shackle your feet

Submission complete

Young recruits never have a chance
Enticed to the drill, admonished to dance
Early to rise and early to shine
Life is long but the end is nigh

Break the guilty trammels from yesteryear
Remember how rejuvenation conquers all fears
Lowly opportunists take commanding roles
And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show

The sad reflection
Of dead ambition
You live for nothing
Submission complete

Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear
Remember how the pain of failure makes it all clear
The lowly opportunists take commanding roles
And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show

The sad reflection
Of dead ambition
You live for nothing

Expectation
Indoctrination
Life's damnation
Submission complete

Dying on your feet
Submission complete
A total defeat

Struck A Nerve
there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane,
and it isn't even christmas,
he sees a note in the obituary that
his last friend has died,
there's an infant clinging to
his overweight mother as they go to
shop for cigarettes,
and she spends her last dollar
for a bottle of vodka for tonight
and I guess it struck a nerve,
like I had to squint my eyes,
you can never get out of the line of sight,
like a barren winter day,
or a patch of unburned green,
like a tragic real dream,
i guess it struck a nerve
every day I wander in negative disposition,
as I'm bombarded by superlatives,
realizing very well that I'm not alone,
introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation,
but I'm thinking altruistically,
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone
and I guess it struck a nerve,
sent a murmur through my heart,
we just haven't got time to crack the maze,
like a magic speeding clock,
or a cancer in our sells,
a collision in the dark,
I guess it struck a nerve
I try to close my eyes,
but I cannot ignore the stimuli,
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me,
don't ask me to justify my life.

There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even Christmas
He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died
There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes
And she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight

And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve

Everyday I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well that I am not alone
Introverted, I look to tomorrow for salvation but I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone

And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart
We just haven't got time to crack the maze
Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve

I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life

And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight
Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve

A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Tonight the windows are watching
The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying

If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides
And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide?

The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper's got the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

Cockroach naps and rattling traps
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook
Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack
Tonight the windows are watching
The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying

If I could fly high above the world
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity?
Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides
And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide?

The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper's got the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

Cockroach naps and rattling traps
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?
Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders
And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back
There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living

The world is scratching at my door
My morning paper has the scores
The human interest stories
And the obituary

Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why Hemingway cracked
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

Life is the crummiest book I ever read
There isn't a hook
Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock
And characters an amateur would never dream up

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction

a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights,
so all of kings horses
and all of kings men had a riot
for two days and nights
well, the city exploded
but the gates wouldn't open
so the company asked him to quit
now everybody's equal
just don't measure it
well hansson did it to hester
and mark david did it to john
and maybe jack did it to marilyn
but he did it to south vietnam
for beauty and glory
for money, love and country
everybody's doing it,
don't do that to me
I don't know what stopped
Jesus Christ from turning
every hungry stone into bread
and I don't remember hearing how Moses
reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead
well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when
he flamboyantly parted the sea,
now everybody's praying,
don't pray on me.

"Hi..Welcome to Stealth"

This is a strong an confound
This weekend i will spend over 800 million dollers on drugs
first, i will continue pushing the narcotics for all low income
people not covered and soon after that we can get rid of each
and every one of them and im doin what i think is right an i certainly
deserve it
gnight

Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in this world

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son

Will you guide me now, for I can't see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
Well then I do imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Yeah, there will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in this world

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son

Will you guide me now, for I can't see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
Well then I do imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Yeah, there will be sorrow
Yeah, there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration

Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life
Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like...

There's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage
And an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage
And don't think you're exempt if you earn a good weekly wages
'Cause your neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious

I know there's so much you want to say
But your tongue gets in the way
And sometimes it feels like...

I know there's so much you want to say
And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way
It's the same for everybody to degrees
We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like...

Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here
And create a fresher atmosphere
But the consequence is clear

There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined
But it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide

Like you, perseverance is a useless tool
Just a patron on a ship of fools
Feigning interest in the cast and crew
While you've broken every single rule

There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined
Now it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide

Shadows entertain the unwashed masses
Scholars explain their numb reactions
I don't even know if I can ever find truth
But I'm sure it won't come from following you

There's a furnace set on high
And a yearning undefined
But it's time to turn the tide
It's social suicide

So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say
And your life is just a ramble
No one understands you anyway

Well, I've got a piece of news, son
That might make you change your mind
Your life is historically meaningful
And spans a significant time

Slumber will come soon
And you are helping put it to sleep
Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring
That slumber will come soon

Well, now do you feel a little better?
Lift up your head and walk away
Knowing we're all in this together
For such a short time anyway

There is just no time to parade around sulking
I would rather laugh than cry
The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together
And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die

I'm not too good at giving morals
And I don't fear the consequence
If life makes you scared and bitter
At least it's not for very long

Slumber will come soon
And you are helping put it to sleep
Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring
That slumber will come soon

Slumber will come soon
Slumber will come soon
Slumber will come soon

So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say
And your life is just a ramble
No one understands you anyway

Well, I've got a piece of news, son
That might make you change your mind
Your life is historically meaningful
And spans a significant time

Slumber will come soon
And you are helping put it to sleep
Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring
That slumber will come soon

Well, now do you feel a little better?
Lift up your head and walk away
Knowing we're all in this together
For such a short time anyway

There is just no time to parade around sulking
I would rather laugh than cry
The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together
And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die

I'm not too good at giving morals
And I don't fear the consequence
If life makes you scared and bitter
At least it's not for very long

Slumber will come soon
And you are helping put it to sleep
Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring
That slumber will come soon

Slumber will come soon
Slumber will come soon
Slumber will come soon

Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom
We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em

We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (3x)
We're all slaves

We can blow up things better than in any country except this one
Waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun
We're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe
Living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and

We're all just slaves for the system masters (3x)
We're all slaves

And we're all just slaves for the system masters
We're all slaves

Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom
We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em

We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (3x)
We're all slaves

We can blow up things better than in any country except this one
Waiting for it too then you realize it ain't too much fun
We're in a country, democracy, supposed to be the best on the globe
Living from the denoument lifted from the high class clones and

We're all just slaves for the system masters (3x)
We're all slaves

And we're all just slaves for the system masters
We're all slaves

Skyscraper
come let us make bricks
and burn them hard,
we'll build a city with a tower for the world
and climb so we can reach
anything we may propose,
anything at all
build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper,
build me up, then tear down
these joining walls
so they can't climb at all
I know why tore it down that day,
you thought, if you got caught
we'd all go away,
like a spoiled little baby
who can't come out to play,
you had your revenge
build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper,
build me up, then tear down
these joining walls
so they can't climb at all.

Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world
And climb so we can reach anything we may propose
Anything at all

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

I know why you tore it down that day
You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away
Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play
You had your revenge

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

Well madness reigned and paradise drowned
When Babel's walls came crashing down
Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood
And never any good

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world
And climb so we can reach anything we may propose
Anything at all

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

I know why you tore it down that day
You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away
Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play
You had your revenge

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

Well madness reigned and paradise drowned
When Babel's walls came crashing down
Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood
And never any good

Build me up, tear me down
Like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down these joining walls
So they can't climb at all

Innocents burned alive at the stake
Tortured and dumped in nameless graves
Centuries waned, authority died
Scattering seeds of ancient lies

Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score

Child molesters and Jesuits
Holding secret conference
Underneath the Pontiff's nose
And only God will ever know

Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score

Give us this day our daily bread
Your legacy we'll not forget
Lick the wounds, cleanse the land
The modern world rejects your hand

Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score
Sinister rouge coming back for more
To even the score

The nightmare comes in sinister rouge

This isn't art, this is suicide
In a social way
I don't have the need and I don't have the time
I'll tell you why

'Cause I think about it all the time
I think about what's true and what's lies
I used to think the things in my head were true
Sensory feedback from the things like you (2x)

I don't know why this must be
It's misleading me
I don't know why we've got a social suicide

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time
Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind
Tricky little mind, yeah
Go!

'Cause I think about the quivering flesh
I think about this urban mess
Think about playing these games for real
I wanna write down all the things I feel
I don't wanna hide from the things I hear

I don't know why this must be
The guitar's misleading me
I don't know why we've got a social suicide

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time
Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind
Tricky little mind, yeah

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for a confident reply
Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Judgement comes in many forms but never scarce or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore

One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
The faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame
Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friends, we end up all the same

It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore

There's a watch in my pocket
And its hands are broken
The face is blank
But the gears are turning

Confusion
Is a fundamental state of mind
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt

And sanity is a full time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in sanity

There's a shadow on the wall
Where the paint is peeling
My body's moving forward
But my mind is reeling

Depression
Is a fundamental state of day
It doesn't really matter how my day has turned out
I always end up living in this world of doubt

And sanity is a full time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity will make you strong
If you believe in sanity

And sanity is a full time job
In a world that is always changing
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in sanity

Oratory of hope and glory, a whisper and a rhyme
An effigy, a soldier out of time
Citizen and patriot, you can't be far behind
The funeral weighing heavy on your mind

Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave
Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed

Dig around the cemetery, a record of the day
Friends and neighbors in stages of decay
But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery
The stimulus for this somber ceremony

Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave
Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed

The sanctimonious minions, how they grovel at the feet
Authority is populist deceit
Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline
Just a victim of irrational design

Requiem
Requiem
Requiem

Bring the dissident from slumber
Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave
Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder
A monumental blunder averted and betrayed

Recipe For Hate
can't you feel it, can't you see it
the promise of prosperity,
it's overwhelming you and me
it afflicts us like a disease,
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue,
and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity,
the spread of culture,
the sword of progress,
the vector of suffrage a warm and
septic breeze,
the pomp and elation,
the duty and vocation,
the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony,
our fore-fathers who led the way,
their victims are still here today,
now it's time to erase the story
of our bogus fate,
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate.

Can't you feel it, can't you see
The promise of prosperity?
It's overwhelming you and me
It afflicts us like a disease

Ubiquitous, compelling too
We cling to you like crazy glue
And inject such a potent seed
It's best for all humanity

The spread of culture, the sword of progress
The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe

Reliving our ancestry
The frightful lack of harmony
Our forefathers who led the way
Their victims are still here today

Now it's time to erase
The story of our bogus fate
Our history as it's portrayed
Is just a recipe for hate

A recipe for hate

The spread of culture, the sword of progress
The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze
The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation
The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe

offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking
for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who
wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets doesn't
make this a better place, "cereal and water" is a feast for some you
say, your price-tag on existence can't cover your double face, quality
or quantity: a choice you have to make, dipping in the icing, bringing
home the largest turkey from the field, breaking all the piggy banks,
scooping up the booty, licking all the right holes, bolstering the
payroll, why reduce life to a dollar amount per day? and why let the
world think this is the american way? your uneaten greens ar a feast
for some you say, survival and living are concepts you can't equate,
quality or quantity don't tell me they're the same

Offer me eternity
And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime
Looking for a handout
On behalf of those who have so little time

But who wants to live on just 70 cents a day?
Padding your pockets doesn't make this a better place
Cereal and water is a feast for some, you say
Your price tag on existence can't cover your double face

Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
A choice you have to make

Dipping in the icing
Bringing home the largest turkey from the field
Breaking all the piggy banks, scooping all the booty
Licking all the right holes, bolstering the payroll

Why reduce life to a dollar amount per day?
And why let the world think this is the American way?
Your uneaten greens are a feast for some you say
Survival and living are concepts you can't equate

Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
Don't tell me they're the same

Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
Quality or quantity
A choice you have to make

Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way
Savior-faire in dull despair while living day to day
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don't ever need to prove myself to you

Looking back I'm off the tracks more times than I recognize
Mistakes are another opportunity to refine
My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof
I don't ever need to prove myself to you

There's no such thing as hell
But you can make it if you try
There might come a day
When emotion can be quantified

But as of now there's no proof necessary
No proof necessary
No proof necessary
There's no proof necessary, it's only in your mind

Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating
Did you ever forget you had a regret?
And what you only guessed at might still be waiting

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way the work gets done
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values
Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you?
Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect
The dreams that hound you?

When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood the way the work gets done
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son

When you least expect it, he's going to run
Like the blood-red path of the western sun
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son
It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

Positive Aspect Of Negative Thinking
let's gather round the carcass of the old deflated beast,
we have seen it through the accolades and rested in it's lea,
syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease,
the swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary,
we've nestled in it's hollow and we've suckled at it's breast,
grandiloquent in attitude, impassioned yet inept,
frivolous gavel our design, ludicrous or threat,
excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less,
so what does it mean?
when we tell ourselves it's only for a while we have been deceived
and it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
make life easier to complicate,
the treasure thrown away,
I'm so tired of all the fucked up mind
of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines,
of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes
and the weeping mothers and those who are led so blind,
from the plastic protests and the hands of time
and the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind.

Portrait Of Authority
nothing more, nothing less,
in icon on the wall decoration and duress,
which many strive to be,
it's the marble statue standing over me,
and nobody has the will to tear it down,
it determines wrong and right,
but to me it's just a stereotype
and it makes us lose our sight
the portrait of authority,
you tell me that's what I'm supposed to be
(it embodies what he cannot be)
another time, another man,
an oppressive intrusion
and a plague across his land,
and it haunts him every day,
it tells him he has no chance
his hopes just fades away,
and he lives his life prepared to tear it down,
but he can't muster the support,
and to him it's just a stereotype
of his life-long fight.

Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall, decoration and duress
That which many strive to be
It's the marble statue staring over me

And nobody has the will to tear it down
It determines wrong and right
But to me it's just a stereotype
And it makes us lose our sight

The portrait of authority
You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be

Another time, another man
An oppressive intrusion, a plague across his land
And it haunts him every day
It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fade away

And he lives his life prepared to tear it down
But he can't muster the support
And to him it's just a stereotype
Of his life long fight

The portrait of authority
It embodies what he cannot be

Economy, technology, doesn't really work
Can't try running for government, I'm not a jerk!
I've tried to see these faces all around the way
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say

What is right and what is wrong? The government decides
You don't have no rights at all, as long as you don't fight
We're all being oppressed by the upper middle class
The government you vote for is the one that you put there

I've put down enough dues, I'm due and so are you
Residents fear the president, I'm not the government
We ignore the masses of the whole entire race
Then our streets will all get filled without a happy face

Economy, technology, doesn't really work
The guy running the government, another jerk
I've tried to see these faces all around the way
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say

I show pity on the human race,
On the ignorant plenty who devote their lives
To an icon that they've never known.
I show pity on eons past,
When early man started the first civilization
And human aggression was born.
I show pity on the future to come,
When the government system will be omnipotent
And we'll be worse off... than we are now!
Pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people.
Pity, pity, on the masses of aggression.
Pity, pity, on the future centuries to come,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of aggression.
It's all a matter of looking at the past.
It's all a question, are we gonna last?
If we endure the aggression that's inside all of us
We'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world!
Pity!
Pity on...
on the masses of aggression,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come.

So here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end
And we're the only ones who can perceive it
But others sing of beauty and the story that's unfolded
As one that deserves praise and ritual

My pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives
And the modern age's lies won't absolve you
And the professorial truth and the dear clairvoyant youth
And of course the nightly news will deceive you

My pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives
And the modern age's lies won't absolve you
And the professorial truth and the dear clairvoyant youth
And of course the nightly news will deceive you

We're widespread and well fed
The earth's rotating fate is in our head, oh yeah
We're dominant and prominent
And our deity's omnipotent, oh yeah

And immortality's in our mastermind
And we destroy everything that we find
And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking
We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris

We're listless, promiscuous
And life to us is either hit or miss, oh yeah
We're savoir faire and debonaire
And things we do are done with pride and care, oh yeah

And immortality's in our mastermind
And we destroy everything that we find
And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking
We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris

See, immortality's in our mastermind
And we destroy everything that we find
And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world's stops ticking
We'll be an index fossil buried in our own debris

In our own debris

The final page is written in the books of history
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race
A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance

They say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world
A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns
A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

It's superficial progress
They call it liberation
With opiates of silicon
Big Brother schemes to rule the nation

We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we're never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
Prepare yourself for subjugation, victory through domination

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

The trepidatious throngs
All fear the big eye in the sky
The government observes them
With their own electric eye

We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we're never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
Prepare yourself for subjugation

Automatons, illiterates
And indigents of every shape and size
Don't stop but aid this cruel crusade
Participate in their own demise

We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest
With mighty high technology, we're never second best
Our specialty is infiltration
So pack your bags you third-world nation, victory through domination

Operation Rescue
it's an s.o.s sent out telepathically,
signs of our distress don't allow complacency,
we need restoration now of our integrity and a
drastic bold reminder of our morality,
the rectifying troop is here,
the ones we have needed all these years to stop
the heinous wrongdoings and verify our moral
benevolence as a people,
operation rescue,
they're here to right our fall,
they have heard a troubled call,
operation rescue,
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder why they're here at all,
life ever-after is what they're in business for,
see them brandish the key to their kingdoms door,
it's persuasive, it's a part of you and me
but it's not overwhelming as they wish it to be,
if no one believed in fairy tales
there would be nothing they could do but fail
yet everywhere we look someone is trying to reassure our
moral benevolence
as a people,
operation rescue . . .
you may wonder where they come from,
but I just wonder what compels them all.

It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency
We need restoration now of our integrity
And a drastic bold reminder of our morality

The rectifying troop is here
The ones we've needed all these years
To stop the heinous wrongdoings
And verify our moral benevolence as a people

Operation, Operation Rescue
They're here to right our fall, they've heard our troubled call
Operation, Operation Rescue
You wonder where they come from but I just wonder why they're here at all

Life ever-after is what they're in business for
See them brandish the key to our kingdom's door
It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me
But not overwhelming as they wish it to be

If no one believed in fairy tales
There's nothing they could do but fail
Yet everywhere we look
Someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people

Operation, Operation Rescue
They're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call
Operation, Operation Rescue
You wonder where they come from but I just wonder what compels them all

Operation, Operation Rescue
Operation, Operation Rescue
You may wonder where they come from
But I just wonder what compels them all

Transfixated on the big blue screen
It's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream
A medium upon which you build reality
This episodic currency that everybody needs

Somebody's delivery lulls you to sleep
The man behind the weather map, the editor in chief
They control two worlds, power and disease
And you cannot suppress your curiosity

But see it's only entertainment
Superficial urgency, posterboard mentality
Only entertainment, tightly constrained, the buzz that remains
Is the story of how we run our lives

Many are the people poor and suffering
From the lack of coverage from the transmission beam
And if it ever gets here, you'll be offended too
'Cause you cannot distinguish chicanery from truth

See it's only entertainment
A superficial episode as life continues to unfold
Only entertainment, controlled and copied, they've planted the seed
That sprouts into your picture of the world

Can't someone protect me?
From this electron beam
Hey you, Mr. FCC
Have you no advice for me?

Turn away, turn away
Turn away, turn away

Presidential election every four years
But neither man we can see or hear
Urgent cries for society
But he can't see the blood on me

Do you see?
Do you see too much for me?
Try that with our oligarchy (2x)
Oligarchy, oligarchy

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
He left his people and a simple life behind
He raised his torso and he looked into the sky

Shouting his questions
Looking for direction
What do I do now?

Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray
The stresses of maturing compound every day
She glances up to see her favorite video
And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes

In need of affection
She craves the direction
Her heroes offer her

Everyone is looking for something
And they all assume somebody else knows what it is
No one can live with the decisions of their own
It seems, so they look to someone else

To tell 'em what to be
Tell 'em what to wear, tell 'em what to say
Tell 'em how to act and think, compel others compulsively
Until the world is all like them

A righteous student came and asked me to reflect
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
I don't believe in self-important folks who preach
No Bad Religion song can make your life complete

Prepare for rejection
You'll get no direction from me
You'll get no direction from me

Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control

Questions that besiege us in life
Are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day

Questions that besiege us in life
Are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again

If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear
When you think your path is clear

We have no control, we have no control
We have no control, we do not understand
You have no control, you are not in command
You have no control, we have no control

No control
No control
You have no control

When everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun
It really makes you stop and think about the years to come
Something good had to happen to the human race
We all had better stop hoping and set our heads on straight

You've gotta turn over a new leaf
'Cause that old one's turning on you
We've gotta turn over a new leaf
If the future's only hoped for, we are doomed

Today is over, it's already shot, so we can think about ourselves
They keep on working on our nature, they're saying that can only help
Start throwing out your pockets, keep what you really only need
Save life and earth and water, there can't be any other need

You've gotta turn over a new leaf
'Cause that old one's turning on you
You've gotta turn over a new leaf
If the future's only hoped for, we are doomed

You've gotta turn over a new leaf
'Cause that old one's turning on you
You've gotta turn over a new leaf
And let your love come on through

You've gotta turn over a new leaf
'Cause that old one's turning on you
You've gotta turn over a new leaf
A new, a new, a new

Can you hear the call in our rambling land, susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night?
A pall on truth and reason, it feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight and we'll set this right

Welcome to the new dark ages
Yeah, I hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

Now come ye children, one and all, let's heed Ezekiel's call
And bide until the word is good and right then get plucked clean out of sight
The world will be erased, our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space
Before the king of king's love, he'll snatch us from above, brothers, help me sing it

Welcome to the new dark ages
Yeah, I hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

So how do you sleep?
There's nothing to keep, this is deep
Because we're animals with golden rules
Who can't be moved by rational views

Yeah, welcome to the new dark ages
I hope you're living right
Welcome to the new dark ages
Say it again, yeah

These are the new dark ages
I hope you're living right
Welcome to the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

My Poor Friend Me
I know a man who doesn't have many friends,
I know a place where he lives where trouble never ends,
I know it's hard for him to read 'tween the lines,
and his day are getting so much shorter,
he simply turns away instead of bearing down,
his ship is crumbling,
his crew is one of the clowns,
he doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown,
I know this man all too well,
it's my poor friend me,
a portrayal of the great dichotomy
(a reminder of a tragic history),
it's my poor friend me
and I'm running out of steam
I know there are people who are cynical and vane,
they point their finger cuz they can't accept the blame,
they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their
progeny crawl from underneath it,
lately I've come to see the solution,
and it begins with me,
but I'm so fallibly human,
I've picked the lot.

I know a man who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends
I know it's hard for him to read between the lines
And his days are getting so much shorter

He simply turns away and dons a bitter frown
His world is crumbling, his ship is waited down
He doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown
I know this man all too well

It's my poor friend me
A portrayal of the great dichotomy
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam

I know there are people who are cynical and vain
They point their finger 'cause they can't accept the blame
They live their lives under a blanket of shame
And their progeny crawl from underneath it

Lately I've come to see the solution
And it begins with me
But I'm so fallibly human
I'll pick the lock but will not turn the key

All people running scared, we live, breathe, and die
All too aware that time is slipping on by
We have solutions but don't even try
And I feel I know just who to blame

It's my poor friend me
A reminder of a tragic history
It's my poor friend me
And I'm running out of steam

If you're discontent to know your world's a pile of shit
Listen to a riddle that will tickle every bit of it
Ha ha ha!

Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure
Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war
Well, cultivation might have served you, might have raised you up unscathed
If you had called that fucker by its name

Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call?
Did you find what you were looking for or not at all?
Not at all!

Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure
Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war
Culture might have cured you and raised you up unscathed
If you had called that fucker by its name

Say the name
Say the name
Say the name

I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do,
All of my neurons are functioning smoothly,
Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you,

I am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me,
I've got this one big problem: Will I live forever?
I've got just a short time to see,

Modern man, evolutionary betrayer,
Modern man, ecosystem destroyer,
Modern man, destroy yourself in shame,
Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage,

When I look back and think, when I ponder and ask myself "Why?",
I see my ancestor spend with careless abandon,
Assuming eternal supply,

Modern man, evolutionary betrayer,
Modern man, ecosystem destroyer,
Modern man, destroy yourself in shame,
Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage,
Just a sample of carbon-based wastage,
Just a fucking tragic epic of you and I

Modern Man - Bad Religion

I've got nothing to say,
i've got nothing to do,
all om my neruons are
functioning smoothly
yet still i'm a cyborg just like you,
i am one big myoma that thinks,
my planet supports only me,
i've got this one big problem: will i live forever?
i've got just a short time you see,
modern man, evelotionary betrayer,
modern man, ecosystem destroyer,
modern man, destroy yourself in shame,
modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage,

when i look back and think,
when i ponder and ask "why?",
i see my ancestors spend with careless abandon,
assuming eternal supply, modern man...,

just a sample of carbon-based wastage,
just a fucking tragic epic of you and i

listen to the warnings
verify all your fears
there's a world outside
that's ready to blow
and we're all to blame
when it finally explodes
you gotta listen up
gotta listen to what
they're telling you
gotta listen up and think
about what they're saying to you
they're the modern day catastrophists
they've got practical solutions
(know all the right equations)
they're the self-appointed
righteous pragmatists
and they know 50 ways
to save the world
what makes you think
you can cure our disease?
maybe its just our biology
maybe its time to make room
for another species
this is the 21st Century

Take those potatoes out of your ears
Listen to the warnings, verify all your fears
There's a world outside that's ready to blow
And we're all to blame when it finally explodes

You gotta listen up
Gotta listen to what they're saying to you
Gotta listen up
And think about what they're telling you

Temperature is rising but the odorous way
Will bury us alive in what we throw away
If we don't reuse most of our debris
Our kids can't go with a carbon copy

You gotta listen up
Gotta listen to what I'm telling you
Gotta listen up
And think about what I'm saying to you

They're the modern day catastrophists
They've got practical solutions
They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists
And they know fifty ways to save the world

What makes you think you can cure our disease?
Maybe it's just our biology
Maybe it's time to make room for another species
This is the 21st century

You gotta listen up
Gotta think about what they're saying to you
Gotta listen up
And think about what they're telling you

They're the modern day catastrophists
They've know all the right equations
They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists
And you too can be one of the few to save the world

But you gotta listen up
Gotta think about what they're telling you
Gotta listen up
And do exactly what they tell you to

They're the modern day catastrophists
Modern day catastrophists
Modern day catastrophists
Modern day catastrophists

so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they
sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you
are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our
spin, it's misery and famin, it's a force we cannot see, misery and
famine, it compels us naturally, misery and famine, great ellipse, we
bend to thee, misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy, others who
bear no name, who feel that life's a game, my verse they will defame,
we suffer all the same, they pay no regard to their position or their
speed, but the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed,
it's misery and famine..., "you look for meaning in things no one
comprehends, you feel no affinity to the rabble we're in", sources of
inquiry have nothing to portend, they will perplex us all until the
coming end, a feeling of despair, hungry and full of care, we resent
everywhere the fortune that we share, "this earth could be a better
place" is a concept i condone, given our pathetic course our destiny
is known, it's misery and famine...

So proud of history, replete with sanctity
Orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me
Have you ever heard yourself, the orbit that you are in?
The terse, oppressive blanket that's instilled here by our spin

It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see
Misery and famine, it compels us naturally
Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee
Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy

Others who bear no name, who feel that life's a game
My verse they will defame, we suffer all the same
They pay no regard to their position or their speed
But the firmament still covers them with its malevolent seed

It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see
Misery and famine, it compels us naturally
Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee
Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy

You look for meaning in things no one comprehends
You feel no affinity to the rabble we're in
Sources of inquiry have nothing to portend
They will perplex us all until the coming end, until the coming end

A feeling of despair, hungry and full of care
We resent everywhere the fortune that we share
This earth could be a better place is a concept I condone
Given our pathetic course, our destiny is known

It's misery and famine, it's a force we cannot see
Misery and famine, it compels us naturally
Misery and famine, great ellipse, we bend to thee
Misery and famine, just accept your vagrancy

Misery and famine
Misery and famine
Misery and famine
Misery and famine

When you're sitting alone
Frown and groan
Over your bad day

When you're laughing with peers
Forget your years
Then be on your way

But don't forget, all the while
That you've crossed the social mile

And a million days is worth one good laugh

But don't forget, all the while
That you've passed the social mile

And a million days is worth one good laugh